"Oh, uh, hello Ms Stark." He was, decidedly uncomfortable with being cornered unawares. Which hey, you're the one who went and bit the bait Phil not my fault.
"What are you doing here?" An excellent question as Natasha and Fury have not yet reined dad in from the donut place.
"Awaiting my orders, what are you doing out of bed?" My smirk grew wider.
"I got bored." I heard him muttering, something that sounded suspiciously like, "God she's just like him."
He spoke up louder, "Are you sure you're adopted Ms Stark?"
"Not unless there is something you're not telling me Phil," I muted the audio from the television due to a child screaming, and finally turned to acknowledge him with eye contact. I'm a dramatic little shit, I knew how uncomfortable I made people with my behavior so that in the right circumstances they don't dare underestimate me.
"Why would you think that?" Suuuubtle Phil.
"Because I'm seven, no one tells me anything until they fess up after I've already found out the truth for myself." I mean, it was the same way years ago why would it all be different now? He pursed his lips before glancing down at his right side. He looked to relax several shades before tensing right up again. "Well, I guess you've got your orders. Where are you off to now?"
"I have a change of plans, come on." I blinked rapidly before chuckling.
"You have got to be joking." But he shook his head and took hold of my hand, "Hey!"
"No time we have to go," I was more curious as to what the hell he was even thinking than outraged at the man handling and dragging, but that could change as quick as a coin flip. They're trying to keep me separated from Dad that much I could figure out on my own. Yet again, where the hell is Bucky?! What even happened why is it I've been unable to figure out where he went?
"Where are you taking me?" I shouted quickly losing my temper the more it felt like he was about to yank my arm straight out of the socket. He didn't answer me, instead realizing I wasn't going to fully cooperate on my own two feet and plucked me up off the ground for some hurried steps before tossing me into the backseat of a car. Within seconds I attempted to grapple with the handle, only to see Phil outside the window wiggling a tab that must have locked the door. Childproof locks, and a divider between the front seats and back, this seemed a lot more like I was a prisoner than I was entirely okay with.
I don't have to sit back and take this! "Phil! Let me out!" Rage baby is back and ready to heckin RUMBLE. Lord being a kid sucks ass!
Phil however wasn't the one to take the driver's seat once the door opened, instead it was faceless agent number seven hundred and ninety four who didn't even bother to look at me trapped in the back….hold on I am such an idiot. There were bandages all over, including covering my left wrist which I started to tear off.
The pain of stitches being pulled at showed that the bandage actually wasn't entirely just for show. Hissing through my teeth at the sting, I stare in horror. My fancy pancy watch was GONE! The skin around where it was was pretty mangled, bruised and mottled with welts the skin that's been broken enough also had stitches. What the hell happened? The wound further up my arm that actually looked as if it was caused by shrapnel was too far up to require removal of my watch.
Someone knew that it was capable of a lot more than telling the time that's for sure, but why would they actively be doing any of this nonsense? They're keeping me out of contact with Dad in every way possible removing my only means of communication and even going as far as to kidnap me from my place of residence.
"Hey! Take me home you twat waffle!" Imaginative, I know. Clearly I am the ultimate master of insults and people should quiver in their boots hearing the name Anika Margaret Stark. Now that I think about it, some people just might...freaks.
I.F.I.F.I.F
Hours, hours upon hours I have been trapped in this death machine! This douchey agent has just been mindlessly driving in what I swear had to be circles, the most unimaginative and boring scenic route to ever exist because all there was to see was sand. Sand, sand, more sand, very lonely cactus, and more bloody sand. And was douchey agent taking breaks so as to treat my highly normal and human needs? Of course not he wouldn't have been dubbed "douchey agent" or "his douchey-ness" or "you-know-douche", I can keep going there are so many to choose from. All with a variation of the word 'douche' incorporated somewhere.
It was some blessed miracle I went to the toilet before Phil friggen abducted me from my couch, otherwise I would have been in far more trouble than I already am in seeing as he refuses to get me food. Sure, he opened the divider a crack and threw back a fig newton but do those really count as food? I've had this theory that they're secretly meant to poison you because of how awful they are and yet they're the only snack that people seemed to have for kids back in like the mid 2000's. Basically I was about to go insane and I was contemplating actually blaming it on the offensive fig newton the longer I stared at it. I didn't want to eat it, I didn't know how much longer my resolve would outlast my hunger, I fucking hated fig newtons, my stomach was twisting painfully, I REALLY don't want to eat it! And yet...stop looking at it, it doesn't exist. You know what does exist? How hungry you are. I would literally rather chew my own arm off, actually well and fully thinking about it now.
Wasn't there a movie about the dude who cut his own arm off? With like James Franco? Lord that was utterly disgusting, skipped all those scenes thank you very much. Then again I only watched because James Franco, duh. Speaking of movies, living in one? Bizzare, no other word besides just uncomfortable knowing what is going to happen. That and people keep reminding me of other movies at random points, with either the way they speak or look. Like Ian! Een bean totally reminds me of one of the characters in October Sky, I dunno there was just something about him where it just clicked and made total sense.
See what happens when stuck in a car with nothing stimulating and a FIG NEWTON BAR? This, this is what my life has become. What a travesty honestly.
The car lurching with a sudden turn off the monotonous course came so unexpectedly that I full on tumbled to the floor in an ungraceful heap. What? Wearing a seatbelt got old about four hours ago. This kind of driving was inherently, painfully obviously different than the driving of the past multiple ungodly hours. He got an order to take me somewhere.
The eyesore we eventually pulled up to was so iconic I actually sighed in frustration. Once in a while I'd like to not be able to immediately know the sitch, be surprised, something like that. Come to think of it I might actually regret thinking that. There was only one marvel movie that totally ripped off the E.T. white tube thingies to contain personal hoping to identify the unknown object, and that was of course in Thor.
Being let out of the car wasn't as big of a freedom as one would think, instead I was grasped and frogmarched straight to Phil and deposited like I was no more than a briefcase.
"I'll have you know," I snarled feeling the hanger monster rear up ready to strike, "that the hellscape you just put me through? Is going in your permanent record, and if you do not wish for me to offer you your own testicle as a snack as I was a bloody fig newton you would do well to feed me. Now." This proved highly effective, mention the junk and they think you're a psychopath yet do as you command.
Sitting in the faux mess room ripping ravenously into a cheeseburger with extra onions there is only one thing to say, fuck fig newtons.
A/N
This weird as hell filler chapter, or, the horrors of fig newtons coming back to haunt you at stupid time o'clock at night. Sooooo this took...too long and tbh updates will be SLOW as I am going to go to Germany as an au pair! However that means I am studying until my eyeballs fall out and my brains melt in a dribbling goo out of my ears for my German exam in February. So, remain patient those who, quite honestly I am shocked and amazed, actually wait for me to upload can't thank you guys enough.